Love Is Rarely A Choice!

The Stillness Of The Night.

Azeem arrived back home with the baby boy during the late night hours. He entered their room and every inch of the room was screaming her absence. With a tear sliding down his already haggard face he walked up to the crib by their bedside which they set up together the two previous nights. He softly laid Imad down before he decided to walk to the balcony for some fresh air, along the way his eyes one of Layla's shirts.

In the quiet solitude of a moonlit night, Azeem found himself engulfed in a sea of emotions, his heart heavy with the weight of a profound absence. The room, once filled with laughter and warmth, now echoed with a haunting silence that mirrored the emptiness within.

As Azeem traced his fingers along the usual worn shirt of his dear wife, memories danced before his eyes like ethereal specters. Each item in the room held a story, a precious fragment of time spent with his beloved wife. The laughter, the tears, the shared moments of joy and vulnerability — all now felt like distant echoes, fading into the depths of longing.

Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the ache that consumed his soul. The gentle breeze whispered secrets of the past, teasing his senses with scents that once intertwined with the presence of his loved one. The moon, a faithful companion in the night sky, cast a soft glow upon Azeem's tear-streaked face, as if offering solace in its luminescence.

He slowly turned his face to glance at the crib of Imad,the baby boy was sleeping peacefully and cooing cutely oblivious of the absence of his mother. Azeem smiled sadly as he detected the baby's resemblance to his mother.

It was in that moment the baby started to feel discomfort and in what might be seconds a whirl filled the entire room.

Azeem without a say dropped Layla's shirt off to the side before he hurriedly ran to their baby. He gently picked him up and started to pacify him but he couldn't stop the crying. He quickly trailed to the bed side where Cynthia kept a feeding bottle of a warm milk for the baby. He picked it up to open the lid before he slowly led it to the baby's small mouth. Latching onto the bottle Imad stopped crying as he started to suck in the liquid.

Azeem breathed a sigh and gently sat on the bed. He slowly continued to rock Imad as he feeds him and quietly sleep took over the boy again. After seeing and sensing that,Azeem gently laid him back to his crib.

Absentmindedly and tired,he slid down to the carpet floor beside the crib. His eyes whirling up at the mere thought of Layla that unstoppably continued to pass through his mind.

In his mind, a carousel of emotions spun relentlessly. Waves of grief crashed against the shores of his heart, threatening to pull him under. He busted into tears and dragged his knees to his chest. His body was shaking as he cried his eyes out. He slowly muttered through his hiccups.
"Layla i cannot do this alone. Please!!."

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As days begin to unfolds, the silence becomes a character in itself, whispering secrets of longing and yearning. Each passing moment without Layla was a sentence filled with unanswered questions and unspoken desires. Azeem's heart becomes a battleground, torn between the memories of her presence and the ache of her absence.

Azeem now sat by the window side to Layla's room as he tightly held her cold hands. He deeply stared outside to the rain with an unwavering gaze.
The dull rainy day mirrored his emotions, with gray skies and desolate landscapes serving as a backdrop to his solitude. The world seems to echo his longing, as if mourning alongside him. The sounds of nature, once vibrant and alive, now carry a melancholic tune, a somber melody that mirrors his heartache.

She was moved back to their home with the aid of the medical team but she's under some uncomfortable tubes. Azeem gently rubbed her knuckles as his heart kept echoing.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride.
I love you in my way,in that way because I do not know any other way of loving but that, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

I miss your sarcastic remarks,your fierceness, your beautiful face,the ashy hue in your blue eyes, your smooth auburn hair, that radiant smile. I crave your mouth, your voice, your touch. I prowl through, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,the touch of your hands.
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your beautiful face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I want you to love me and stand by my side,forever Layla.

Through Azeem introspection and inner monologues, one can delve into the depths of his emotions. Every thought was a brushstroke on the canvas of his soul, revealing the intricate layers of love, loss, and longing. The absence of his wife becomes a prism through which Azeem's emotions are refracted, each facet reflecting a different shade of pain and yearning. All weaves together moments of bittersweet nostalgia, where Azeem relives cherished memories. These fragments of the past serve as a lifeline, a way to keep the flame of their love burning amidst the darkness of separation.

Yet, amidst the tempest, flickers of love and cherished moments emerged like beacons of hope, guiding him through the storm.

He remembered it,like his mother always quote,
"The road to joy is paved with broken hearts, Broken heart is something to cherish not
mourn.
Heart not broken is a heart devoid of life, That's how the pieces of two fit together as one."

And so, within the pages of life, the tick tock of time,the absence of a loved one is portrayed as a profound and transformative experience. It is a testament to the power of love, the resilience of the human spirit, and the enduring connection that transcends physical presence.

So gloomy 😔,but don't worry next chapter will not be all about this. SalamuAlaikum,how are you doing today? So so so sorry for not updating for weeks but here we are,starting again. So enjoy as i will try to be updating back to back!!

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